#HOW IS THAT NOT IMPORTANT INFORMATION WHEN U STUDY HIM

[non-binary-lil-star]

I can't believe one of the most prominient sociologist and philosopher of the 20th century was gay and i only found out because the book said he died of aids. No, of course his homosexuality and all he went through as a gay man wasn't important to his very famous work and reaserch. Let's talk about how he died of the gay disease. It's like they only want us when we're dead.

[luvsupa]

“PRINCE GOJO?!”

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to lovers (eventually), slow burn, bully!gojo, angst, royalty, lots of tension, smut-ish, kissing, gojos very cocky, there will be multiple parts to this! mdni.

w.c: 2.7k (sorry)

a/n: THANK U ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! I had to make a different blog bc my old one @luvsupas was not working :(( so this is my new blog !! (I’ll be reposting the sukuna fics soon)

part 2!

the grand halls of the gojo estate echoed with the quiet elegance of centuries-old tradition. white and blue hues filled the castle, weaving through the curtains and tapestries. each door bore the rich blues of the family crest with gold accents.

this year, the gojos have invited your family to spend the season at the estate—a common occurrence given the close relationship between your families. however, this is the first time they have personally invited you. usually, your parents would spend the warm season at the gojo palace while you remained in your quarters, convincing them each year that you had more important activities to tend to. little did they know of your personal dislike for gojo satoru.

growing up, you and satoru never got along. he always belittled you and excluded you from activities. as you both reached your mid-teens, your bickering became more extreme. he would embarrass you during family dinners and important gatherings. initially, you thought he might have feelings for you until he and his friends humiliated you with a fake confession. just as he leaned in to kiss you, you found yourself pushed into the garden pool, their laughter echoing around you. that day hurt more than any argument you had ever had with him. you felt a sense of freedom when satoru and his family moved estates to a bigger palace, as if the old one wasn’t big enough.

walking behind your parents, you are stopped by the guards who open the double doors to the drawing room. inside, you see satoru’s parents already engaged in conversation, which halts as the doors open. “your majesties,” your parents say as you all bow slightly in respect.

“please, no need for formality!” the queen, satoru’s mother, says, embracing you in a warm hug. her bright blue eyes catch your attention, her royal blue gown making the color pop, similar to satoru’s eyes.

soon, the king, satoru’s father, and your father are deep in their own conversation, while your mother and satoru’s mother catch up, leaving you alone in the gigantic room, observing and listening. you begin to wonder where satoru would be—

“you’ve changed since i last saw you! adulthood suits you well,” satoru’s mother compliments your appearance, interrupting your thoughts. “thank you, your majesty,” you respond, quickly apologizing for the formality at her glare.

“satoru will attend tomorrow’s gala,” she continues, and your ears perk up at his name. “he’s been studying abroad, and it’s perfect timing for his return!” the queen informs you. how did she know you were curious about his whereabouts?

as the conversation winds down, the king informs you all that your rooms are prepared, allowing you to get comfortable in your temporary home.

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as night falls and the estate quiets down, you busy yourself unpacking, trying to make your new room feel like your own.

just as you’re almost finished, the grand doors slam, followed by cheers and applause. did i miss the gala? you hurry out of your room, following the noise to the grand staircase. from the top, you see gojo’s parents, guards, and servants clapping—there he is, his tall figure embracing his mother and father, basking in their affection.

quickly and quietly, you retreat, hoping to avoid any interaction with gojo. but on your way back to your room, you bump into your parents. “oh, there you are, darling. we were just looking for you to welcome satoru home!” your mother says, guiding you down the stairs despite your resistance. “i can’t—i’m not dressed in formal attire,” you protest, glancing down at your pajama gown. “nonsense, dear. wear my robe. you must greet him,” your mother insists, wrapping her silk golden robe around you as you descend the steps.

you curse yourself for leaving your room. this cannot be happening. “our little prince, we’ve missed you!” your mother exclaims, nudging you towards satoru. he greets your parents warmly, but when his eyes land on you, his demeanor shifts. he ignores you at first, addressing your parents with practiced charm.

you stand there, awkward and tense, as the one person you despise charms your parents. suddenly, he grabs your hand, his touch both surprising and unwelcome. “it’s been a while, hasn’t it, my lady,” he says with a disingenuous smile, softly kissing your hand. you stand there, slightly pouting, stunned by his audacity. then he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, “did you want me to kiss that pout like before, hmm?” his tone is condescending, followed by a dark chuckle.

you gasp as embarrassment floods your senses, old humiliations resurfacing. you shove him away, and he stumbles back, drawing your mother’s attention. she starts to scold you, but he intervenes smoothly. “don’t worry, it was a playful shove, wasn’t it, my lady?” his blue eyes lock onto yours, and you feel the weight of everyone’s gaze. “i’m sorry, i don’t feel well. goodnight,” you manage to say, rushing up the stairs and into your room, praying for the season to end quickly so you can escape his presence.

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as the morning light floods the room, you’re met with bright sun rays directly in your eyes, eliciting a groan of distress. the thought of last night’s events churns your stomach in embarrassment. pushing aside the memories, you get dressed for breakfast to join the mothers calm breakfast outside.

approaching your mother and gojo’s mother, they turn their attention to you, their expressions lighting up with amusement and boosting your ego.

“how beautiful! It’s delightful to have breakfast with you two!” gojo’s mother remarks, her eyes shifting between you and behind your figure. two? your smile fades as you turn to see satoru standing behind you—ego crushed. walking together to the dining table, you take your seats across from each other. how much worse can this morning get?

“we were just discussing the gala happening tonight. this will be good upon arrival, ‘toru,” his mother explains. tou notice his visible annoyance at the nickname. he doesn’t like being called ‘toru—noted. you sit in silence, quietly eating the food prepared by the hardworking chefs. just as you’re enjoying your meal, you hear an obnoxious squeal, “my prince! you’re finally back!” all four of you turn towards the noise. a beautiful tanned skinned woman draped in a lilac gown, runs towards your table as her maid struggles to keep up.

you watch her movements, as she runs straight to satoru, tears filling her eyes. she jumps into his lap, smothering him with kisses. the entire scene makes you wish you had never attended. without any shame, they engage in a heated make-out session in front of everyone. satoru opens his eyes to see your visible shock as he smiles into the kiss, while still maintaining eye contact with you.

the queen coughs, breaking the moment. the unknown woman apologizes to the queen without looking, maintaining her gaze on satoru. “ruru, I missed you so much! we should go up to your quarters soon,” she whispers, but unfortunately, you hear. “ayana, that’s enough. my mother was discussing the gala tonight,” satoru replies, disregarding her request as she pouts. so that’s her name.

“hello, your majesty. I apologize for my behavior; I haven’t seen satoru in so long!” ayana formally apologizes to the queen and everyone who had to witness that display. gojo adjusts her position, propping her up on his lap with her back against his chest. as gojo’s mother looks annoyed from the interruption, but she continues where she left off.

as breakfast continues, you try to focus on the discussion about the ball, but it’s impossible to ignore the tension radiating from across the table. satoru’s voice is low, murmuring something to ayana that makes her giggle. your curiosity piqued, you glance up- and nearly choke on your food.

satorus hand is shamelessly sliding up ayana’s thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips but her eyes are locked onto you. he’s doing this on purpose, you realize. the sick twist in your stomach intensifying. he continues fingering her under the table as she’s holding back from releasing a loud moan, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.

your heart pounds in your chest as he continues his sinful acts publicly. you abrubtly push your chair back, catching the attention from everyone as you quickly excuse yourself, standing up on shaky legs. satorus eyes follow you, a triumphant gleam as ayana clings to him, her giggles haunting you as it echos in your ears.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you’re getting ready for the long-awaited ball, adorned in a gown that perfectly complements your skin tone. as you make your way to the drawing room, you realize you're ready before anyone else, which allows you to kill time and explore the estate. eventually, you find yourself in the grand library, which is far larger than you anticipated. a beautiful fireplace is placed near a cluster of chairs, offering a cozy spot for reading. browsing the bookshelves, you find yourself drawn to scientific novels that capture your interest.

“library’s not your usual scene, sweetheart. did you get lost on the way to the ballroom, or are you trying to impress me with your newfound scholarly interest?”

you quickly turn around at the voice. great. “trying to impress you? I have better things to do than seek validation from someone like you,” you spit back. he steps closer to you, and you already hate the proximity between you two.

“feisty, aren’t we?” he continues to walk closer, both of you now toe-to-toe as you look up at him, his towering presence looming over you. “you’re still the same girl I used to taunt,” he mocks with a fake pout, his voice dripping in condescension.

he closes the space between you, his warmth radiating off his body as you inhale his rich, masculine scent. “used to follow me around like a lost puppy—always trailing around, desperate for my attention. how pathetic.”

your jaw clenches with frustration, but you refuse to show him how much his words affect you. “maybe I did back then,” you retort, your tone laced with defiance. “but that was long ago. I see you exactly for who you are, satoru—someone who gets off on belittling others.”

his laughter rings out, grating on your nerves. he leans in, your faces dangerously close, your lips almost touching. “am I now?” he smirks, a look you want to slap off his face. “but deep down, you still crave my attention, don’t you? admit it, darling.”

his eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, and you’re betraying yourself- slowly leaning in to kiss someone you so desperately hate—

“ruru! where are you? I hope you’re dressed!”

you’re the first to move back, breaking whatever spell he had you under. you look up at him in fear, while he looks at you with amusement. he has you wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. with a final smirk, he leaves to find ayana, leaving you alone in the library with so much to process.

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as you composed yourself and caught a breather, you exited the library and made your way to the ball room. the grand space was adorned with vintage antiques, paintings, a live orchestra, and all the opulence one would expect from a gojo event. the ballroom teemed with more people than you anticipated, their gowns and suits a beautiful contrast against the castle backdrop.

feeling nervous, you scanned the room, seeing your parents conversing with the king and queen. the refreshment bar catches your attention and make your way to the bar as you help yourself to a cool drink. suddenly, you felt a presence too close for comfort behind you. turning, you see ayana.

“you’re ruru’s friend, right?” she said, eyeing you up and down.

“ehh, I wouldn’t really say—" you began, but she cut you off.

“well, he’s told me so much about you! especially before he started his studies!” she informed you, causing your heart to skip a beat. he talks about me? “ahh good things I hope,” you reply with an awkward chuckle at the end.

“good? oh no, honey! he was always telling us how obnoxious you were, driven by your hopeless feelings for him,” she continued with a smirk.

oh.

“I’m very amazed at how you still came to see him despite your little feelings. after all, him and I are together,” she said, trying to flaunt her status. your mood shifted, and the desire to leave resurfaced. she rambled on, recounting embarrassing moments you wished were never brought up, as you zoned out of her relentless gossip. suddenly, your conversation was abruptly interrupted. finally.

“ladies and gentlemen,” one of the guards loudly caught everyone’s attention, silencing the room. “welcome back your prince, gojo satoru.”

as corny as it could get, gojo walked in with full confidence, the center of attention as the room filled with cheers and clapped for his arrival. internally scoffing, you discreetly made your way to the doors leading to one of the gardens, exiting the ballroom to avoid his speech.

taking in the scenery of the fountain and lush greenery, the orchestra continued playing, indicating gojo had finished his welcome speech. “not interested in what I have to say?” an annoying voice pierced through from your peripheral vision. you were so fed up with the past events that you just stared at him in annoyance.

“what troubles you, darling? do you seek my attention now?” his voice dripped with a sly undertone, causing your jaw to clench in frustration.

“I’ll see you inside, prince gojo,” you replied through gritted teeth, your tone dripping with bitterness. with a curt nod, you turned away, walking back to the ballroom, leaving gojo stunned for the first time—not by you leaving him alone, but by addressing him with such formality. it was always satoru.

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part 2!

[machveil]

You should totally do like a how to draw Konig tutorial for one of ur daily sketches

Chibi or not

But u should totally do it

I neeeeeeeeed ur process

-🦥

notes below the cut - additional notes can be found in this post where I give art tips from my experience

daily König sketch with bonus content♥️‼️post is a little late but it’s due to the info dump below haha, anyways, he’s a little nervous

hi!! thanks for requesting a little “my process” thing - super happy to do one<3

I’ll be using these pieces of him that I’ve done to go over my notes - this is just how I go about drawing him. I’d definitely recommend also going through this post linked above too for additional info because a lot of it carries over!

I think the most important thing for me when drawing König is spacing out his hood ratios. I always start out by just drawing where his eyes and eyebrows are, then I draw the cut-outs around them. after that, I start the stitched neckline - that’s usually an eye hole’s width above his actual eyes, it gives a good allusion to where his forehead would be

they aren’t hard and fast rules I follow, more like a silent guideline that can be meddled with depending on the drawing. I usually follow them because, to me, it looks the best with how I draw him. it’s flexible - same with the sleeves, sometimes they end below his eye cut-outs, sometimes I cut them short and they’re higher

I thought I’d do a step-by-step for the hood folds because just info dumping all at once sounded confusing in my head

I start by just drawing lines down from the corners of his eye cut-outs, then I loosely draw a slanted line to show some bunching of the fabric. the slanted line is usually around where his collarbone would be

best way I can describe figure 2 is drawing folds in a ‘U’ shape. the fabric is falling from his head and ‘pooling’. the ‘U’ shape adds a little depth

miscellaneous little folds around the hem. they follow the way his hood rests, slanting downwards towards the center

if anything, just study how fabric falls and bunches up! a lot of drawing is looking at reference material to figure the ‘why’s and ‘what’s - “why do the folds bunch in certain areas?”, “why is fabric gathering in that area”, “what’s causing the fabric to move like that”, etc

lastly is his body, and as we know, I’m allergic to drawing clothing (read “lazy”). I actually really recommend looking at the post I linked above for this because, in the last figure, I show the Pinterest reference of the man who inspired my König’s body shape (and went into depth on using references)

for arms, in figure 1 and 2, you’ll see me draw an oval inside the bicep and forearm - those are just to add the allusion to muscle mass. if I don’t draw those ovals, to me, it looks a little flat. in figure 3 I go over his waistline because of course I do

I always account for a prominent rib cage line because I personally like drawing a more pronounced rib cage in general. after the ribcage, there’s a slight indent at the waist before it flares back out - that ‘flare out’ is the line for the Adonis belt. again, just personal preference, but I enjoy making the curves a little dramatic so they’re more pronounced and visually appealing to me

I don’t know how helpful that was but I hope I got some information across - uuh, even though I don’t draw his tactical gear and uniform that often the advice I can give is to just look at his model haha. the only gear that gives me a headache is his helmet, but even then I just bs my way through it

for chibi König I just shrink all his proportions and draw a stupid little t-shirt for his head<3 he doesn’t need to think, he’s just a cute little fella. I draw chibi König the way I would draw a puppy, make him look cute without a thought behind those eyes

for additional reference material here’s the link for my Pinterest - I have an absurd amount of reference material for you to browse through

hopefully this was slightly helpful?? I don’t know, as long as you get something out of this I’m happy

[trashy-reaper]

Brothers Helping you through with exams

A/N: I'll get a better format soon guys trust. My own exams are coming up and I'm honestly worried for it </3 Not a very fun time guys. Writing to cope. ((Characters may be OOC again, apologies!!))

L U C I F E R One of the best brothers to choose if you need help with studying. He'll gently go through any topics you're stuck on. Even if you think you're taking awhile to understand the topic, he's willing to keep explaining it until you manage to understand it.

He probably has observed how you study best in, the best way you take in your information. If it's more on the visual sides, he'll take out a notebook and go over it with you. If it's more listening he'll make sure his words can be understood.

He knows with the new school and array of new subjects that it can be hard for you, even if you've been doing fine before and it's only now you're struggling? He doesn't mind at all. What matters to him is that you tried you're very best.

He gets a massive sense of pride when you pass the exams after his help, but of course in the end you were the one who did most of the work. He merely just helped

M A M M O N Contrary to what many people believe, I think he'd be very helpful. At the very least helping with your maths. He excels at that subject compared to others and he's more than willing to help his human. But only because you wanted his help, it's not like he's secretly happy to be spending time with you.

He'll be decent help with other subjects but there's likely better brothers to ask. But for maths? He's one of the best to help you, there's a reason he can easily do sums in his head and he's willing to teach you how he does it. Of course there's a likely chance you won't get as fast as him (If you do, he's gonna be so giddy) but he's happy enough to take the more traditional way. Pen and paper out, here's how you do it.

When you pass the subjects he can't help but spin you around, he's so happy for you!!Thank him for the help, it may seem like your thanks doesn't affect him but if you continue on he'll be a blushing mess. He's only doing what he should y'know!!

L E V I A T H A N He didn't care too too much about the exams, I mean yeah he's studying but he's off to read the rest of the manga he's been reading. However if you come to him personally for help? He'll drop any free time to help you. Similar to Mammon, he definitely excels at certain subjects more than other ones. And that would be his primary focus.

He'll try not to show it but he's so happy that out of all his brothers you asked him to help. Like are you sure? There's probably better people to choose...you'd study better with him? Oh MC you're gonna burst his heart.

He instantly tries to see how you did first. He'll be so happy if you passed, even if it was higher than him. He'll push his envy away for you, seeing your genuine happy face when you pass and thanking him is almost enough to make him forget.

S A T A N Another one of the best choices if you need help with the actual studying, his room likely has books upon books of the subject you need the most help with. He'll lend you some of them to read and depending on the book answer questions from then after a week or so he'll check in.

See where your strengths lie and where it falls, work primarily on what you've been struggling with while maintaining your strengths. Don't worry about making him mad if you seem to be taking a bit to understand something. Everyone learns at different pace, even if it may annoy him. He'll never let that annoyance consume him when he's helping you.

When you happily show him you've passed the classes and offer to do something for him as thanks? He's ready to turn down the offer, claiming that helping you and seeing you smile was enough...unless he hears that you'll take him to a cat café.

A S M O D E U S One of the best brothers to help you relax. Yes studying is important, but so are you darling!! You can't really expect him to let you study 24/7 right? It'll be bad for the skin!! Put your books down and relax with him, he'll take you out too the spa.

He knows you're worried, but unfortunately constant studying isn't going to help as much as you may think MC!! Remember, breaks are important as well. It'll improve your memory, besides. He recalls Satan briefly mentioning humans can only take in a certain amount of information without a break.

Once you do pass, he's already taking you out for another spa trip! You deserve it for all your hard work after all. What's that? He's already taken you out on 5 this past week? Hey it calms your nerves! Isn't that what matters?

B E E L Z E L B U B Makes sure you're eating, he doesn't want you to miss out on dinner, lunches ect just because you prioritized your studying over food. He'll be gentle with it though, a small knock on your door as he waits to be called in before placing the tray of food next to you. Gently urging you to take a break and get your energy up.

Infact, he might not even leave until he sees the books put away and you happily chewing on the food. He'll stay a bit longer just to make sure you eat it all and don't immediately go back to studying. If you really want him too, he's happy to try and quiz you! Just give him the notes.

He's already made reservations for your favourite restaurant when your exams finished. it doesn't matter if you pass or fail, you tried right? That's what he cares about, he's happy for you no matter what.

B E L P H E G O R Another brother who'll help better with relaxation than studying. But similar to Asmo again, you do need it. Sleep is key, and he's not even trying to be bias about this. Ask Satan if you don't believe him. So if it's late at night and he hears you still scribbling away? He's quick to come int your room and drag you to bed.

If you're really desperate? He might be inclined to give you dreams based on what you're doing. Big might, he wants to help on the one hand but on the other, he'd rather you not be haunted by the exams even in sleep.

When you happily exclaim that you passed? He gives you a subtle smile, claiming that "see, sleep does help" before announcing that to repay him, you'll give him cuddles for the whole day

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Good luck with anyone also doing exams soon!

- Your trashy reaper <33 Trash

[towasdandelion]

HAI DANDELION OF TOWA OTONASHI MY BRAIN GAVE ME WORMS AGAIN BECAUSE OF EPISODE 17 I AM SHAKING. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DID!!!! ND I HOPE EVERYTHING HAS BEEN GOING WELL FOR UUU <3333

the brain worms in question ... are like . Hold on my thoughts are orienting ... so mc gets back from the mission and immediately texts her favorite ghoul (who was NOT on the mission, my ritsu heart is screaming,,, ) about the mission and how she wishes he was there instead because having to pick one of them felt so wrong and she realized it's because she wanted to give the bottle to HIM and not any of them DO YOU SEE MY VISION

in other news i have absolutely been converted to a ren fan ... bro was trying to hide his crush on mc so hard i almost felt bad for him T0T poor guy he makes me so Head in Hands. HARU ND RUI ALSO SHONE SO MUCH <333 and i feel like ive gained a new appreciation for edward ... i even slipped up and called him ed a few times ... oops

if u don't want to write this suggestion u can always just respond to this like a normal ramble ask T0T i don't want to stress u out because you're literally the first person i share my brain worms with LMAO

me when i write you an essay. IM SO SORRY I'LL STOP BOTHERING U BYEBYE THANK U FOR ALL OF YOUR HARD WORK ND KEEPING US FED <333333333 YOURE THE BEST EVER

Hiiii number one Ritsu lover! I loved the new episode of course. I was happy to see three of my favorite ghouls (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) Whaaat not the seaweed hair guy stealing you attention (I'm telling Ritsu) but honestly I get it. Poor guy is so deep in his delusions I honestly don't know what would have to happen in order for him to just admit he fell for MC. At this point Ed suddenly becoming a clean freak is more possible. Speaking of him.. I see a chance for Ed to steal some of your attention too (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ he's not so bad is he? Also you're welcome to always share your worms with me, I don't mind hehe. Especially because they're always so interesting! Now to the main thing, I do love the idea! I do hope I interpreted it correctly though aaaa. I wrote it in a way where it's kinda like a confession moment for MC! Like the ghouls finally get to know she has feelings for them. Does that make sense? I hope so hehe. And I hope you'll like this! Wait, how do I title this?

Telling them they were the ones you wanted to give the bottle to

[Based on Episode 17. Ritsu, Haku, Tohma, Romeo]

Ritsu definitely already had all the important information about the mission. By important I mean things like who were you spending th most time with and so on, of course. He too wishes he was there instead, but your confession catches him a bit off guard. I guess you making heart eyes at him during every study session you guys had wasn't enough of a sign... If you really want to give him the bottle, then he will make it happen by planning a surprise date, trying to recreate the scene from the show!

Haku felt hurt the moment they announced the cast. What do you mean he's not going? He'd play his role perfectly! Well, he wouldn't even have to play.. Luckily for him, there is still a chance to steal your heart. He smiles smugly at his phone, pride filling his chest. You didn't want any of the 6 ghouls. You wanted him. Who is he to reject his dream girl? Be ready for a cute date where you two craft the bottles together! And some making out.

Tohma was feeling a little restless knowing you were gone for 3 days having fun with other ghouls.. but he won't show it at all. He has no right to feel possessive over you after all.. And yet a wave of relief washes over him when you confess to him like that. So his gut feeling was right after all. He won't waste any more time now, wanting to sweep you off your feet! He will use any means necessary to perfectly recreate the scene with you, this time without anyone else present.

The audacity not to invite Romeo to take a part in this mission! With his looks he's basically made for the screen! And having a chance to impress you no less! He will act like it doesn't bother him though. I mean, it's not like anyone can compare to him anyways. When you confess he's the one you wanted to give the bottle to, his ego gets a nice boost. Of course you wanted him. And since he's so nice, he'll give you a chance! Good luck, you have exactly an hour to craft a bottle for him!

[miasmaghoul]

Hi miasma hiii, I think Rain's most embarrassing kink is his medical one. Play with me in this space:

So he's obviously a gorgeous water ghoul used to using his good looks to get whatever he wants whether it's multiple orgasms from Mountain or degradation and beatings from Swiss. But with Omega...

The room is kept chilly and Rain shivers underneath a thin paper gown. Not even a well-worn cloth one, just something that could have been cut from the same white sheet that covers the examination bed he's on. Omega tapping away at a laptop, asking questions without even glancing to see how Rain shivers, cold all over except his warm face. He doesn't know the older ghoul as well as he does Aether and that's exactly why Rain goes to him. The element of unfamiliarity, the rote procedure Omega goes through like Rain was a standard patient and this wasn't something they hashed out over coffee and sealed with a handshake. Omega knows what Rain needs and he takes his sweet time getting there. Wouldn't want his file to be missing any important information.

Omega asks him to undo the gown, let it slide awkwardly down to his hips. Omega wears a stethoscope but he doesn't have to use it. He just has to politely ask Rain to drop his glamour and he does. Reveals his crystal clear and translucent skin, the pearly white of his bones and steady twitching of his organs. Omega watches his lungs flutter with each breath, his heart rate climbing, blood rushing to fill veins that spiderweb just under the surface. He's so vulnerable like this, so fragile. Baring the whole of his being to Omega's studious gaze. The older ghoul can watch how the blood flows faster out of his heart, swirling a downward path lower and lower.

"Interesting." Omega says. "Are you usually so nervous during a doctor's visit?'

"Only when it's you." Rain admits, lowering his eyes. He doesn't let anyone see him without his glamour; even his fellow band mates can get weirded out seeing how his digestion works. But Omega treats it as just another thing to study. No judgement, just care.

"Well then." Omega says. Not warmly. Not intended to comfort. A scientist studying a specimen, an entomologist pinning another butterfly to a corkboard. "Let's continue with the examination. I need to make sure every inch of you is in working order."

Rain gulps, visibly and audibly. His throat is dry. His hands crinkle the paper of the gown in his lap as he lets Omega see underneath. His tentacle is hidden in her sheathe, but even that too is transparent and he strokes the soft skin above her, presses down to watch her squirm inside him and looks up just in time to see Rain's heart skip a beat.

"Remember." He says sternly. "You're due for your vaccination update today too."

Rain glances over at the tray of needles ready to pierce through his clear skin and doesn't bother suppressing a shudder.

(orbeez water ghoul supremacy) 🔔

ORBEEZ WATER GHOUL SUPREMACY!!!!!!

This is making me 17 kinds of insane thank u belle I will be Considering it for the next 7-10 business days fhhdhehdjeh

[kunikame]

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! warning(s) : cussing, sebek gets stepped on (literally), death mention, not canon compliant turn of events for plot, crowley, no beta we die like ortho shroud, love u guys btw

! w/c : 761

and so on a sunny wednesday lunch break you find yourself sitting at your usual table, surrounded by your fellow first years. you spot jade a few tables away, menacingly glaring at some poor unfortunate student, and send him a quick wave when your eyes meet.

“–nd i kid you not he genuinely folded. so like the great person i am, i used the newly placed hallway carpet.”

“ya stepped on him?!” a few droplets of apple juice land near your plate. you shoot a quick look at epel, only to see the rest of the table doesn’t look much better, since he spat all the juice in his mouth out at this newfound piece of information (read: blackmail material).

deuce sighs in his seat to your left, “yeah, he did. i had to watch malleus’ face go from perplexed to absolutely horrified in the span of barely 5 seconds because of him. thought we were gonna die.”

epel finds this unfathomably hilarious. sebek, however, has not spoken in the past 10 minutes, despite usually being the loudest of the group. you feel a little bad for him– the poor thing has just been staring at his plate with a scarlet face this whole time. yet just as you open your mouth to try to console him, lilia appears out of seemingly thin air, hanging upside down directly in front of your face.

“hey faestie!~ a little bat told me the headmage has something important to discuss with you! you best hurry before he changes his mind, kuhuhu~”

and just as swiftly as he appeared, he also vanished. where his face once was, you now see the horrified eyes of jack and epel, and sebeks full face for the first time today.

you turn to the right to glance at ace with an eyebrow raised, silently asking if they've done anything bad without your knowledge. he shakes his head, fluffy ginger hair flying with the motion, and gives you a concerned look (which seems a little out of place on his face when directed at you, but you quickly dismiss the thought).

“i’ll be fine,” you say, slowly getting up from your spot and cleaning up your mess, “it’s probably just another unpaid job he wants me to do. i’ll see you guys later.

“with all due respect, what the fuck?”

crowley lets out the most offended gasp you've ever heard, “that is no way to be speaking in my office! this is unacceptable behavior! but since i am so gracious, i shall let it pass, because you have clearly not yet processed my generous offer.”

you heave an exasperated sigh, the seven know you're tired of this, “if i heard you right, you basically just said i have magic? like, actually? you're joking, right? i mean, come on, i've been here for like half a year and the only magic i can produce is manslaughter. be so for real with me right now.”

crowley's glowing eye twitches (at least, you think it does. it’s really hard to tell, honestly) “yes, that is basically what i said. see, the carriage did not bring you here by mere accident, despite it being through..”  he pauses, taking a seat in his gigantic chair, “unfortunate means. if it brought you here, it means it sensed something within you. so i’ve had some tests run in the background, and as it turns out, you do have a magical affinity, it just seems to be suppressed.”

you fall into the chair opposite him. whether it was because of your knees giving out from pure disbelief, or just because of how tired you are of everything, you're not really sure.

“.. okay, so what does that mean for me?”

“it means you can use magic once we figure out how to unlock it. it means you can continue studying here as an actual student.”

you blankly stared at the wall, thinking your choices through thoroughly.

you can't go back to your world unless you want to be dead, so having a place to stay would be great. if you had magic it would certainly make life, and your classes, much easier. you would no longer have to rely on grim or the guys to protect you in case of an overblot, either. it sounded great, overall.

“so? what will it be?”

your eyes slowly moved from the window to crowley's glowing ones.

your parents would feel more at peace knowing you could protect yourself in a foreign world (if they remembered you, that is).

“alright. let’s do it.”

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone. ❞

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[lord-of-the-noodles]

Spoilers for apothecary diaries episode 20 season 2

We have been spoiled with this episode. A maomao bit and a Jinshi bit wow.

i'm using this post to kind of take notes during my second watch so if it's a bit disorganized that's why

ok so first they mention a previous apothecary, since we now also know that suirei is in fact not the daughter of the servant and the doctor (i really thought she was) and since i by checkov's gun still believe that that information was important, it might be that the previous apothecary was that doctor although i have 0 evidence for that

ALSO WE GOT CONFORMATION THAT SHISUI IS LOULAN ANNSJSUSBDBDJSBSJDU YIPPY

Oh and i forgot the opening, i skipped the opening. has the mask that maomao dropped always been gray???? because it finally makes sense why that circle maomao stands in is green and red it's a hint too the colorblindness

also seeing that loulan is colorblind i'm guessing that shishou was gonna use being colorblind as some sort of "actually i'm closer to the first mother so i should rule the country" bullshit

(the reason i don't doubt that shishou is colorblind is that the to me most famous red green colorblindness is on the X chromosome, since in basic cases woman have two of those they have a spare of that gen and since in basic cases men have only one they don't have the spare one[this is also why it's more common in men than in woman], this also tells us it's recessive so for shisui to have it both her parents must have passed it on to her and since shishou probably only has one X chromosome the trait will be present )

she's so close so close to figuring out jinshi's identity and then just nevermind that's not what's important right now, GIRL

also maomao being again distracted by medicine... like it's really good from a story perspective because it czments her character but GIRL

also love how her disinterest in studying anything outside of medicine comes to bite her in the butt, it makes her feel more alive that she doesn't magical know everything

also kyou-u 's mother is what???? what up with the people in lady shenmei's room, why is she drugging them???? do those children come from the people in lady shenmei's room? why is she doing this???? what was kyou-u about to say??? why can't i find him between the characters on the wiki????

now the part with jinshi

WE GET TO SEE 3 !!!!!! 3 NEW SIDES OF LAKAN (stern father, nephew and servant)

also the way lahan is like "ah dammit my father is upset time to call in the big guns" abd then brings loumen like this should calm him down is hilarious

and the way lakan is pressuring jinshi to take actions, pressing jinshi's buttons is just amazing

the switch from angry father to flustered nephew when loumen casually strolls in is so funny and jinshi's shocked face + lahan completely out of breath is just hilarious

jinshi's judging face "exchange? i didn't say anything bitch"

oh and the ending is so beautiful we're gonna get to see the moon prince next episode (probably i avoid watching the newt episode part)

ahqbbzbzjznenejezj8 already exited for the next episode

[tradgedyinwaves]

Touch - Ch. 8

tw: mentions of stalking, the boys are a wee bit toxic, ex is a jackass, fatphobic comments, reader is a bit vindictive, suggested kidnapping

Dating four people was exhausting. Especially being the newest addition. They all wanted to spend their apparently endless free time with you and frequently, you found yourself on a date with more than one of them. All because they couldn’t be patient. 

Johnny had actually whined when he found out just how far things had progressed between you and Simon, jealous that he’d been talking to you the longest and not even gotten a kiss. So you spent three days dedicated to spending time with him alone. By the time the two of you left your flat at the end of the third day, you were sore, exhausted, and covered in love bites. Johnny was so pleased with himself, he was practically skipping. 

After that, you took a break from the boys completely as you needed time to recharge and recover. Better believe that when you came back to them, they’d already taught Johnny a lesson in self-control and you were greeted with an apology from him for not playing nice with you. You’d told him you forgave him, even though you hadn’t seen an issue with his insatiable appetite for you. 

They learned patience after that, dedicating specific weekends to a single man for dates and fun while the week was spent casually hanging out. Your stalker only showed when you were alone, which the boys insisted was never. Even if physically you were alone, they knew where you were since Simon had slipped a tracking device into the lining of your purse and they connected your GPS in your phone to their own. But even those trackers couldn’t see when the shape lingered on the roof across from you, studying you. 

A few weeks into your new normal, an invitation arrived in the mail. The paper was pure white, gold writing informing you that you were cordially invited to Kit and Heather’s wedding. You had choked on the fact that you’d received an invitation, feeling like you should be more upset that he was moving on so quickly, but then you remembered the four men that had spent the last few weeks devoting their time and energy to you, adoring you, and making you feel like the most important person in the world to them. 

With a smirk, you shoved the invitation into your purse and headed over to the boys’ flat, forgetting to change from your work clothes. By this point, you had a key and the passcode to get into the building and burst into the flat with a wide grin. “Look at this shit,” you announced, dropping the invitation on the coffee table where the boys leaned over and looked over it. 

“He’s got some balls to be inviting you,” Price grunted, leaning back in his chair as he swirled his whiskey. You walked over to him with a pretty smile and climbed onto his lap, straddling his wide hips. “I want to go,” you stated simply, looking down at the big man below you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes and Price was caving immediately. “Acht, fine. But who’s going with you?” he asked, raising a brow while his hand found it’s way to your hip. “All of you?” you answered timidly, a light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“All of us, petal?” Johnny queried, leaning back on the couch with his legs over Simon’s lap. You looked over your shoulder and nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Why’s that, dove?” Kyle asked from his spot in the other armchair. “Well, I-it’s petty, really. Just wanted to show off how much better I am without him,” you answered, dropping your eyes to your lap as Simon let out a low chuckle. “I’m in. He’s met me without the mask, I’d be glad to show off for you, luv,” he stated, raising his eyebrows at you which only served to darken your blush. 

“Sounds like a plan then. We’ll have to contact Laswell and let her know, so she can avoid sending us out around that time if possible,” Price squeezed your hip as he spoke, taking a swig of his whiskey. You leaned forward and laid on his chest, his arm moving to drag his hand up and down your back. 

The room quieted as the boys resumed their previous activities. Kyle was in the kitchen cooking up dinner while the game played in the living room. Johnny and Simon resumed watching as well, yelling out to Kyle when he needed to come watch a play. Price sipped his whiskey while you napped in his lap, the sounds and scents lulling you to sleep while his massive paw warmed your back. 

New information had plans changing, red strings moved about until a perfect scheme was created. 

Arriving in New York had hit you with a wave of nostalgia and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. Your family wasn’t from there, so the only memories you had were with Kit and those memories weren’t ones you were thrilled to revisit. 

The morning of the wedding found you sitting in the bathroom, waves of panic ripping through you. The last time you’d seen Kit was in a courtroom where you’d looked pathetic as you cried over the loss of your marriage and the new couple sneered at you. What if he just invited you to humiliate you again? Just to rub his happiness in your face. 

But wasn’t that what you were doing here? To show him that you had moved on to much bigger and better things? Successfully talking yourself out of the panic attack, you finished getting ready, only stepping out once you felt everything was perfect. 

When you finally did leave the bathroom, four heads turned towards you with different versions of shock and awe painted on their faces. A dark burgundy dress adorned your form, a modern version of a 50’s formal dress that settled off your shoulders, cinching your waist and flaring around your hips to end mid calf with little black kitten heels so your ankles didn’t end up broken. You’d really leaned into the decade's inspiration, enhancing the look with a pearl necklace that sat right at the base of your throat and pretty pearl earrings sat on your ears. 

“Say something!” you gasped out, feeling like their eyes were burning holes through you. Kyle was the first to snap out of it, approaching you with the warmest smile. “You look beautiful, dove. I think I speak for all of us when I say you’re the most gorgeous woman we’ve ever seen,” he reassured you and you heard some small agreements from behind him. 

They were already dressed, each of them sporting simple black suits that had to be tailor made to fit their massive forms properly, wrapping muscles in the dark fabric. Briefly, you wondered if you needed to make an appearance at all, wanting to spend the next few hours undressing them with your teeth. 

When the five of you arrived at the wedding, Kit’s family greeted you with wide eyes. They’d tried to keep you from being all four of them in, but when Simon peered down at your ex-father-in-law, daring him to open his mouth, the five of you were let in without any more fuss. 

Hiding in the back, you watched them marry in silence, having no more tears for your past. Simon and Price watched your face for any sign that you needed a break, but the resolute stillness had them more concerned. Normally a pretty emotional person, the cold look in your eyes made them a little nervous. 

When the happy couple turned towards the crowd, your eyes met Kit’s cold gaze and you smiled, waving at him while surrounded by your men. His gaze shifted from you almost immediately as his new bride started to rally him down the aisle. 

The five of you were the first ones out the door once guests were allowed to leave, finding a quiet spot along the edge of the woods outside. You separated yourself a bit, watching from afar while Kit and Heather were having their photos taken. It reminded you of your own wedding and it made something pinch in your heart. 

“You doing alright, luvie?” Simon’s voice startled you from your preoccupied thoughts, turning to look up at the dark eyes settled over a plain black gaiter. Despite wearing essentially the same suit, each man had customized it in some way. Simon added the black gaiter, only comfortable going without his mask in his or your flat and black leather gloves.

From where you stood, you could see Price’s boonie hat settled on his head where he’d put it when they escaped outside. Johnny had a tartan pocket square that matched his tie, the pattern subtle with the dark palette. Kyle’s suit was pristine, pressed to have a crease down the front of each pant leg and shirt cuffs that adorned silver initial cufflinks. 

“I’m alright. Just reminiscing, I guess. This is a lot more than I got for our wedding. It was small, but I suppose marrying an heiress would warrant this extravagance,” you stated, turning fully away from the scene out on the lawn. “Well, heiress or no, she has nothing on you,” he reassured you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. 

When they finally opened the open air hall for the reception, your group waited until others were in, hoping to sneak in once things got going. Unfortunately, going anywhere with four massive men following you around didn’t work for flying under the radar. So when you stepped into the room, all eyes turned to your group and you flushed, darting for the corner to hide. 

Kit and Heather made their rounds, blissfully ignoring you and the guys until your ex-in-laws insisted it would make them look good if they at least greeted your lot. You were three glasses of champagne in while the boys were stone cold sober so when the couple approached, you gave them a wry smile while your eyes flashed with something dangerous. Even though you’d moved on, you still hated your ex with every fiber of your being. 

“Kit. Heather. Congratulations,” you stated, the tone almost seething despite the edge of civility. Their noses turned up at you, disgust on their faces. “Let me introduce my boyfriends, John, Kyle, Johnny and Simon,” your tone changed as you listed them off, fondness pushing out the anger.

“Requires more than one to handle all of you, huh? Now you really are just-” Kit’s words were cut off by Price’s low growling voice. “I’d watch what you say next. She’s worth more than either of you ever will be.” Kyle had to put his hand on Simon’s chest to keep the man from lunging for Kit’s throat. You knew what he was going to say and surprisingly it didn’t bother you.

“At least they know how to make a woman cum. Obviously, you don’t or your beautiful bride here wouldn’t be fucking David behind your back,” you broadcasted, raising your voice ever so slightly as Heather’s eyes bugged and Kit looked like he was going to kill you. “Not my fault you’re oblivious. I clocked it the second I walked in and saw her making heart eyes at him while you were talking to her parents,” you shrugged and turned to walk away before you felt the familiar feeling of his fingers wrapping around your arm. 

“I suggest you take your hands off of me before you find out exactly what my men will do to you,” your voice was low, full of warning. He scoffed and tugged on your arm, a massive mistake. Johnny’s hand shot out to rip his hand from your arm while Kyle removed his hand from Simon’s chest, letting the furious man loose. 

The leathered hand wrapped around Kit’s throat and squeezed, slamming the man against the back wall and subsequently gathering everyone’s attention to the group. “If you ever lay a hand on her again, you’ll find out what true nightmares are,” Simon growled, nose to nose with your trash ex. 

You sniffed at the sight, watching Heather screech and plead for Simon to let him go. “Alright, alright. Please, just let me go,” Kit begged and it made a piece of your heart heal, watching Kit get his ass handed to him. Simon huffed, growling at the man before looking over his shoulder, looking for your eyes. You nodded and he dropped Kit, stepping back as you stepped forward. “This is for putting your hands on me,” you stated before reeling back and decking him in the nose. 

Kit crumpled, stumbling over to Heather as he dripped blood on her dress. “I hope you treat her better than you did me, no one deserves what you did.” You made eye contact with Heather before turning on your heel and walking out, the boys following behind. 

No one spoke as your troop traveled back to the hotel, all of them staying close. They hated that the night had turned the way it had, but the man-child had deserved it. They wanted to praise you for the fantastic punch and the way you’d stood up for yourself. But you were withdrawn, mind replaying the moment over and over again.

You disappeared into your room, citing a need to be alone for a little bit. When they came to check on you an hour later, the room was empty. Except for a hundred masks just like Simon’s and pictures of each of the boys with you. 

A single picture of you laid on the bed with a large red x over your face with a word written under. 

Karma. 

Ope.

Thank you to everyone who is supporting this story. I appreciate every single one of you.

[solomiracle]

can u do a reader who secretly has a nerdy side, and could talk about their favorite thing (animal, anime, series, book, game, etc) for hours?

awawawa!!! i've never really done a request like this before, so it might not be the best >m< but without further ado >:D

The Brothers With a Reader Who Has a Secret Nerdy Side

— — ☆ — —

LUCIFER will be surprised upon learning about this side of you. Most of the time, he won't actively encourage you to talk about your interest, and will only listen to you talk about it for a little while. But sometimes, when he calls you to his study or room to relax and have a bit of demonus, he'll ask about something related to your interest so he can listen to you ramble. He finds your voice more beautiful than any of his cursed records, after all.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are theatre, alcohol, and factories.

-☆-

MAMMON will be surprised, maybe even a little confused when he learns this. Depending on your interest, he'll either not care, ask you a bunch of questions, or try to somehow make it related to his new money making scheme. Regardless of his reaction, he'll spend the next few days "sneakily" inquiring more info about your interest (aka pestering you about it), and then buying something related to it; say a plushie of your favorite character or book on the subject. And of course, he'll be tsundere as ever when presenting it to you.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are vehicles, jewelry, and mansions.

-☆-

LEVIATHAN will be ecstatic when he finds out! A fellow nerd!!! Even if your interests aren't otaku related (but let's be real, he'll definitely be able to connect them to otaku culture in some way), he'll happily listen to you ramble. If you want, he'll even be willing to buy any merch of your interests if there's some on Akuzon! He'll probably stutter and blush when suggesting this, though.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are anything otaku related (mainly magical girls), video games, and the ocean.

-☆-

SATAN will be intrigued. If he already has knowledge of your interest, it'll end up with you two going back and forth, discussing your favorite details, maybe even learning new facts about it together. If he doesn't have the knowledge, he'll listen to you talk, taking in all the things he finds interesting and looking them up later. Maybe he doesn't care for your interest, but he wants to be well informed and understand the things you like.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are magic, human history, and book series.

-☆-

ASMODEUS... wouldn't really care that much lol. But he's always thrilled to learn more about you, and would love to listen to you talk about your interest. If it's something that can be made into a cute pin or a patch, like an animal or logo from your favorite series, he would love to sew it onto one of your bags or jackets for you. Make sure to thank him properly for it!

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are fashion, horoscopes, and rituals.

-☆-

BEELZEBUB will be fascinated upon learning this. He gets to see a whole new side to you, one that can get you talking for hours? Cool! He'll ask you a question about your interest to get the ball rolling (maybe even unintentionally), then sit down and listen to everything you have to say, even if it means having to wait a bit to eat. But he can hardly ever think about his stomach when he's too busy focusing on you.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are human culture (food and history), sports, and health.

-☆-

BELPHIE... wouldn't really care that much as well. In fact, he might even tease you about it (aka calling you a nerd), and will most likely nod off in the first few of your ramblings. But he makes sure to stay awake after realizing how important your interest to you is; not to mention, he gets to see your happy face for hours, a sight better than any of his dreams could come up with.

Bonus: Topics that'll really grab his attention are human culture (fairs, circuses, etc), astronomy, and magic.

[thetourturedwritersclub]

I've seen ppl do the marauders being teachers and the subjects they would teach. And hers are my 2 cents.

James he would teach PE. Argue with the wall. Also he'd be that one teacher everyone loves bc he cares for the students. All the students who have PE with him would be fit bc James cares so much abt the students health. He would organise basketball, football /soccer and volleyball games between the other classes.

Sirius On the popular belief of Sirius teaching French, I actually think he would teach art. That doesn't mean that I think that he isn't intelligent, I think he's creative and he would rather teaching a subject which requires u to be creative. He would take the kids to art galleries.

Remus to no one's surprise, I think he would teach English /Literature. And he would make it INTERESTING. They'd be studying Romeo and Juliet , the kids would feel like they are in Verona, Italy watching it happen. Also smth that's so precious for me is Remus having movie hrs, watching films that we are adapted into movie form and they would analyse the differences between the two.

Peter I think Peter would teach home Economics. Also he would be that teacher that u either love and appreciate or hate with a burning passion. He would be a shy introverted nature but also funny and tolerant.

Lily she would teach citizenship. Yes she would be that teacher that would make sure u were mindful, empathetic and grateful. She would make sure kids understood everything u need to know abt being a good citizen. She would also organise field trips which would be in parks, town halls etc etc.

Marlene Listen, I think she would be a history teacher. Her compassion loving nature and ability to tell a story give rlly much history teacher vibez. The kids would be hypnotised listening to every word Marlene was speaking abt a revolution or a glorious monarchy.

Mary Now Mary would teach theatre. Say what u want but I'm a Theatre teacher Mary believer. She would take it super seriously and she would teach all of the kids how to act. Also she would analyse the kids chemistry (basically how much chemistry they have with each other) and she would play match maker with that information. She'd be hitting the bullseye everytime.

Dorcas She would be teaching mathematics. Again argue with the wall. She would be that strict teacher with a heart of gold. Also she would check in with every kid to see if they need help and would be that teacher who wouldn't make u feel bad for not understanding something.

Pandora She would teach Chemistry. Why? Idk she just gives off chemist vibez. And she would always take her class to the lab. And instead of assigning projects, she and her class would conduct research on certain topics and try out formulas.

Barty :Barty would teach physics. He is super smart and in my eyes physics is smth that he would find interesting. He would be teaching the kids with practical examples, like dropping stuff when they have to learn abt gravity and ect.

Evan He would teach biology. Argue with the wall. He would love dissecting bodies and the students in his class would be horrified at his excitement. Also he would be such an inspirational and dedicated teacher. He wouldn't be that strict of a teacher but he would keep his class focused.

Regulus He would teach a foreign language like French. He would be so strict and his class would low-key fear him. He wouldn't have that high of expectations and his test wouldn't be that hard. Also he would explain the kids important facts abt French and he would be an incredible teacher. When he would assign classwork he'd go around the class asking if they needed help. Also he'd be that teacher who wouldn't mind answering questions after class.

So yeah that was soo fun! Lmk if u like it or want me to do stuff like this more often! Would you attend this school if you could?

[vasito-de-leche]

Hello!😄, I admire the way you write ✍️The way u never mischaracterized characters and the way you write them accurately is fascinating to read for ,and how you also took focus on small details about the character heck im starting to believe you work on the game R1999, if may I ask if you could write about Six from R1999 with a timid S/O or about a self-aware au of Six ? It had been my obsession of him after he came out and with his story making it more fascinating and made me attract towards him more

;R1999 6 - Self-Aware AU

Headcanons about how 6 would act upon becoming self-aware. Related to this Self-Aware AU post.

tysm for the kind words! I rlly like overthinking and overanalyzing stuff <3

I'll do the self-aware AU for this post to match the other one posted recently about 37, but feel free to send another ask if you'd still like 6 with a timid S/O!

There is a lot to be discussed about 6 and how all four characters of the 1.4 update contrast and complement each other so wonderfully, but I have a lot of trouble narrowing down what exactly I want to talk about here and what I should save for a proper analysis of the characters and the way I interpret them. So as usual, I ask that you guys bear with me with these trains of thoughts!

For starters, in my opinion, 6 is a very good narrative foil to 37.

Both focus on alienation and isolation from their respective communities, both are characters that struggle with the concept of fate, and both were born knowing their numbers--the key difference is the way each tackles this piece of information.

As discussed before in her own post, 37 does not question the reason why she's 37: like 210 says, "she stumbled upon fate at birth," and did not go through the same process of having to figure out one's number like the rest do. When it comes to 6, it's slightly different but the fundamentals are the same: he knows the number he will be assigned, and yet this revelation is not part of a natural process, it's something that us forced upon him and his family.

What I'm trying to say is that 37 and 6 weren't given the choice of discovering their soul numbers, and thus lack the most important part: the understanding of their own lives and selves. Compare this to 210, who became "too predictable" upon finding out his own soul number, or Sophia, who has clearly developed a very complex relationship with her own friends because of the inferiority and feelings of inadequacy she feels not knowing her own number.

And this is when the contrast between the two become clear: 37 is partially isolated from her community because she doesn't understand fate, nor the importance of one's journey, she doesn't respect the discovery of one's number. 6 is partially isolated from his community because no one else but him is able to see the concept of fate--or the Revelation--as a negative thing. His entire life, his entire bloodline is defined by fate and the Revelation, but only he understands the burden and the pain such knowledge entails.

Because only he has seen the way this Revelation takes over his loved ones, until they become strangers, mere vessels for infinite knowledge and bound to their role as perfect, eternal leaders. His character event shows the radical change in his aunt once she receives the Revelation and 6's fears of his entire self being rewritten once he receives it as well.

It's important to note that the moment Atticus becomes a proper 6 and receives the revelation happens on the very same day that everyone on the boat becomes a victim of the "Storm." Sophia's father and 37's mother were on that boat--but so was Alma, the current 6 at the time and Atticus' aunt. This event is crucial for all characters, as it cements their chosen paths: it's the study of the Emanation for 37, to continue her mother's research.

It's the day 6 will receive the Revelation and see if his efforts to prepare for it will amount to something.

And yet we know that 6 was able to withstand this Revelation without his entire self being washed away by the infinite amount of knowledge. We know this because we see him retain his hermit-like behaviour in the main story, avoiding people and preferring peace and quiet. We know this because, at the very end of this event, he says that the revelation is "just as simple as it is."

37 does not understand fate, but she doesn't fight it either because studying it won't change the fact that her soul number is 37. 6 understands and once feared fate, and he fought to resist it because his entire life, his memories, his personality and essence were at risk. I also really love that small detail about how 1.4 focuses on Plato's allegory of the cave, with 37 and 6 being put on this pedestal as those who witnessed the truth and came back to save the others--and yet, these two characters needed people OUTSIDE of the island to help them with their respective journeys (37 with Vertin, and 6 with Sophia). It just clicks so right to me!

In the context of a Self-Aware AU, I like to think that the self-awareness is something that comes with the Revelation. That every 6 before Atticus himself realized the truth of their world, similar to how 37 sees this self-awareness as yet another eternal truth. And because the number 6 is meant to represent harmony and perfection, they understand more than anyone that to ensure the peace in Apeiron, they cannot allow others to know the truth. Think of it as the whole deal with Pythagoras and irrational numbers--the discovery of irrational numbers ruined the whole system.

I think that a much younger 6 would've been distraught at this information, to know that Alma was the only person who was "real" and that he began to drift away from her because he couldn't recognize her anymore. But now, after receiving his Revelation and becoming the new leader, he might be more focused on appreciating life as it is. Why would he be bothered by knowing everything so far has been a script? He's already been haunted by fate his whole life, this is, in the end, the same thing. Of course, 6 is a philosopher in his own right, despite knowing pretty much everything there is to know, I think he would like to ponder about the more existential issues and topics that come with self-awareness.

I also like to think that his self-awareness and the Revelation come with knowing how the story will develop, at least in relation to Apeiron. He knows of Vertin's arrival, he knows of Arcana's schemes, he knows that by the end, Apeiron will be revealed to the human world. 6 believes it's impossible to change the course this game and its story, and the best thing he can do is help everyone prepare for it--I like to think that's why he specifically sent 37 to greet Vertin and the rest!

When it comes to finding out about the Player, I already said in 37's post that it would be very nice if she could see the player, but not hear them. And to contrast that, I wanted 6 to hear the player, but not see them.

The Player's existence is the one thing that 6 cannot pinpoint nor rationalize. He listens so very attentively when you speak, and he quickly realizes that you are not part of this infinite stream of knowledge from his ancestors, you're ... Just a person. What are you trying to teach him, if that is even your goal?

At first, I can see him struggle with this strange presence interrupting his very much needed alone time, choosing to remain silent until you go away, but he would grow to find it comforting, similar to his friendship with Sophia when they were children. You are an outsider, you're not part of this little world he lives in--you can offer a refreshing and different perspective. Once he's used to this new change, perhaps he will speak again, either to ponder out loud about your existence or monologue about whatever might be occupying his mind. Unlike 37, he wouldn't tell a single soul of your existence, largely because he believes it's something unique to him, entirely unaware that there's someone out there behind the screen rooting for him.

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regulus for therapy asks

Regulus is so much a blank slate and I love so many versions of him. I'm going to draw upon my version of him in Duty (2k, M, Regulus character study fic).

[This got very long and involved. I have spent way too long this morning answering this.]

Last year when I was answering these I talked about having zero experience working with young cis men experiencing right wing radicalization but now I have some experience with that population and it's fascinating tbh. never thought it would be a population I'd work well with but here we are.

The thing with Regulus in therapy is that this boy is Extremely Not Okay, and there is very little time to do something about it.

Eating disorder, depression, suicidality, incest, family crisis, no sense of self/grandiose sense of self, experiencing radicalization - !!

I'm trying to think under what circumstances this boy would be willing to go to therapy, and I think it's possible that after Sirius runs away he is visibly sad about it (because obviously), and his parents are like "sad?? this is a problem. go to therapy. get fixed. stop being sad. you need to be a good heir. no more of these pesky feelings."

So the first step would be really emphasizing the confidentiality of the space - even though your parents are sending you here, I will protect your confidentiality except in these specific circumstances - and even in those circumstances I'd want to work with you to emphasize your autonomy at every step. In general, I'll tell parents who ask about their child's experience in therapy "client is showing up each week, participating, and working towards identified goals" and that's it. (but also lol this is why I don't really work with teenagers because I hate working with parents.)

IF (big if) there can be a modicum of trust built, I think starting with Quidditch would be a safe place to start because it's part of his visible identity and something he seems to love and is important but not nearly as vulnerable as talking about family (or the war). What does he like about Quidditch? How does flying make him feel? (though lol starting not with feelings but something safer like strategy and tactics.)

If (again if), more trust is built, then we can get into his disordered eating and feeling like he needs to be light to be a good Seeker -- and also getting into how restriction offers him a sense of control. Here, we'd want to do some psychoed about nutrition and fueling for sport and longevity in sport. and also fueling for academics - how hard is it to concentrate on hw when you have barely eaten all day? see if there's room for motivation for (small) behavior change. practice noticing what happens before he "feels fat" - was it actually something within his body, or was it some other emotional trigger? was it actually what he ate for lunch or was it seeing his brother across the Great Hall?

A lot of therapists I respect do focus heavily on behavioral changes especially around food/eating/restriction because starvation hurts the brain so much and makes it so hard to make reasonable decisions. I totally respect that approach but it's not where I land as a therapist -- especially when clients so clearly feel like complex trauma survivors even if they don't identify any specific trauma. (and Regulus is absolutely one of those clients who is so clearly a complex trauma survivor and is so obviously resistant to getting close to anything that smells of traumatic experiences.) For me, I find emphasizing agency and autonomy the most important thing - even with behaviors that are clearly hurting the client. The behaviors are there for a reason, and we can respect that reason.

This is where I'd want to introduce parts work (IFS informed but not official IFS because that costs $1000s to get trained in officially lol) and the concept of protective parts. For whatever reason, I think Regulus would initially think it's hooky but actually do well pretty quickly with parts work and in understanding his disordered eating behaviors as a protective part. And once we get that level of cognitive/emotional understanding, then we can get into some of the deeper work and maybe maybe maybe get into family dynamics at least in a surface level.

So the problem with all this and Regulus is this is going to take a while, and he joins the DEs at 16.

I think Regulus would be clever enough (and also experiences enough structural dissociation) to really separate his experience in therapy from his experience being recruited/groomed into the DEs, and he would never even drop a hint in therapy that was a consideration. (This is where some people pleasing defenses would come up -- he knows I would not approve of him joining the DEs and so he keeps that separate.) (even if I try to be nonjudgmental and am disinclined to utilize self disclosure that often I think that it would be obvious.)

As he gets closer to taking the Dark Mark, I think he would quit therapy. He wouldn't entirely ghost. (That letter in the locket does not give me the vibes of someone who ghosts haha.) He would write a very formal thank you letter full of partial truths (thank you for the work, I feel much better about eating etc), and he would decline having a final session to process the ending.

Depending on what my knowledge is of the war and the Death Eaters and their recruitment practices, and assuming DE recruitment is pretty secret and the idea that Voldemort is branding young pureblood men is not common knowledge, I'd assume I pushed him too much to talk about family, and he felt pressured to do so and wanted to end it for that reason.

(I'd need to process this in supervision lol.)

BUT -- and now we're in pure fantasy territory --

(unlike the rest of this which is not fantasy lol)

What if he comes back to therapy??

In my hc, Regulus does start to fall apart pretty quickly once he joins the DEs ("soft enough to believe them" does not imply a lot of sadistic joy in torturing and killing muggles and muggleborns tbh).

After years spent restricting his eating and flying and training intensely, he quits Quidditch his seventh year (loses that outlet and positive sense of identity and positive community) and begins binge eating and binge drinking and using potions instead to cope. (I hc that there's a lot of substance abuse among the young DEs because it's a way of coping with doing very bad things and numbing any part of your conscious that wants you to stop doing those bad things.) He's very quickly disillusioned about what it means to join this noble cause. He's drowning in shame over how he's coping. He's very clearly not doing well -- it's obvious to himself and to those around him.

I love the idea of Evan Rosier (who I hc as actually really enjoying the violence and brutality of being a young DE) (but who actually cares about Regulus) being like... dude go back to therapy. You need help. (and Regulus is then super resistant! because he WANTS to be cut out for this! he doesn't want to be soft!)

But lets say, by some miracle, Regulus returns to therapy.

I think he'd be one of those clients who has done his research about exactly what limits are there to confidentiality around harm to self and harm to others, but he also spends that first session back interrogating me about my policies around confidentiality. and that makes me pretty nervous - especially now in this escalating war. (I have no idea what the wizarding world would have around confidentiality but thinking from an american context.)

but like - I don't think therapy could really *work.* Too much would go unsaid. It would be a lot of sitting in silence. But maybe he would still come back. and I'd just have to try to trust the therapeutic container and keep tolerating all the uncertainty and distress.

But maybe -- maybe!!! -- instead of deciding to kill himself in a grand way he comes to therapy about it? and maybe there's space to safety plan and identify a safe adult who might be able to help -- his brother, Dumbledore, someone. (the clinical ethical dilemmas would be huge tbh.)

idk - I do really doubt it. but one can hope!

going to cut this off here because it's already horrifically long. but in the unlikely case he lives through the first war and goes back to therapy, then maybe we could finally unpack some of the childhood trauma stuff. it would take a long time though. I think parts work would be the way to go with him.

totally projecting here, but I think it would be YEARS in therapy before the incest stuff comes up more explicitly -- but once it does we're able to start making real progress.

ok that was long and messy as hell, but I hope you appreciate it <3

[oceansssblue]

Okay, this REALLY fits into the rare pair, I envisioned some weird shit but this one really surprised me xD

I don't back down, though, I love a challenge. I wasn't sure how to aproach this but i think it ended up pretty fluffy. hope you like it!

PS. Please remember to specify what type of fic (fluff, smut, angst, etc) you wanna in any request u make me, I always get confused with this!

Xx, Blue.

"LOVELY CHAOTIC" - TECH/JAR JAR BINKS 💖

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff.

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Tech studies the mission report with rapt attention. It's not one of the batch's; but of the last trip of General Skywalker with Torrent Company, a small selected group of the 501st. It's a habit he has developed over the years; simultaneously checking as many as the GAR's missions as possible in order to extract valious information for future endevours. There's much to be learnt from past mistakes and errors; or conclusions –patterns– to abstract from triumphs. Usually, he doesn't delve in them too much –it would delay him in other equally important tasks–; but this one has individually stand out to him.

There has been a civilian involved, which is an anomally by itself. His name, upon further investigation, is Jar Jar Binks; a gungan made part of Naboo's representatives for the Senate, aiding Padme Amidala.

Tech had not heard much of gungan's before. He delves into a long research; his overactive mind quickly devouring articles upon articles and as many encyclopedias as he can find. He learns that there are two subspecies of gungans; Jar Jar Binks being an otolla, presenting with a lankier appearance and pronounced haillus as opposed to the more robust complexion of the ankura. It takes another hour for him to study their underwater cities; and by the time his brothers have fallen asleep, Tech is already an expert in the gungan tongue and their culture and traditions.

He navigates through the GAR's archives with ease and is surprised to find out just how many years has this Jar Jar Binks aided the Republic. The gungan had even fought along a padawan Obi-wan Kenobi and his master at the time, Qui-Gon Jhin; he had been there when the two Jedis had found General Skywalker on the warm sands of Tatooine. Tech takes the time to learn all of his story; and his intrigue only grows with every detail he finds.

Tech is a naturally curious person. He finds almost everything interesting; a trait often mocked by others in his early years. It's what makes him a good soldier, though, so he's not in any sense ashamed; there's nothing wrong in being appropiately informed. If any, it's others who should feel embarassed upon their blatant ignorance.

The clone is aware of how his honesty can often be confused with narcisism.

Tech plugs his headphones in and watches the few videos he can find about his most recent discovery; a small chuckle escaping here and there upon the gungan's antics. He's definitely a curious creature as well –though perhaps in not the same use of the word–.

Time passes by –more and more reports been discovered in the clone's short free time in between the Batch's own missions–. Without even noticing it, Tech grows fond of the excentric gungan.

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He has always been a very straightforward person; so when he sees Jar Jar Binks in person on his way to the Marauder for their next mission, Tech doesn't think it twice. He aproaches him so directly that the gungan almost jumps in surprise.

"You must be Jar Jar Binks".

It's just a statement; but he guesses that's a good opening as any other. He's a stranger; this first encounter is going to be weird no matter his choice of words. He's not too worried about it.

The gungan blinks back at him, still a bit thrown back at the clone's sudden arrival.

Tech notices the humanoid is quite taller than him, which is an unusual situation to experience; he is used to feel tall surrounded by clones –just a few inches– shorter than him.

"Misa surprised you know me! Who are you?"

Tech controls the involuntary smile that threatens to spread through his lips upon hearing the entonations of his peculiar voice. At first, the clone had thought Jar Jar's way of speaking was just a consequence of the gungan's tongue; but after listening to several audios of other's talking he had concluded the very drastic highs and downs of Jar Jar's entonation were simply his. It was just his way of speaking; pushing surprise, excitement, and life into the words.

"I'm CT-9902, Tech. I'm a member of Clone Force 99, a squad made of defective clones with desirable mutations".

The gungan tilts his head with his words; his long haillus flapping gently with the movement. He looks just as –if not even more– confused as a second ago.

"You look normal human to me!" He studies him. "No like regular clone, no... What makes tusa special? Misa very, very curious!"

Tech gives him a quick sum up of the Batch's abilities; though this just seems to bring more and more questions from the gungan. It's sort of endearing, really, to find someone that seems to be just as curious as himself; the need for knowledge bubbling over Jar Jar's tongue in lively expresions. Tech has the oportunity to saciate his own questions about gungans, about him; and the conversation is only brought to an end when Hunter enters the hangar and shoots them a confused glance before gesturing for Tech to get moving with a jerk of his chin.

Reluctantly, Tech leaves Jar Jar behind and follows his brother to the Marauder. He is somewhat comforted thinking he and the gungan could be considered acquaitances now.

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Weeks of similar interactions later, Tech gives Jar Jar a gift. Jar Jar holds the object within his hands, stunned; eyes comically large. It's a leather vambrace. It could mean nothing for other species, just an ordinary gift, but to gungans this is... Gifting a piece of protection is seen as a declaration of interest. But surely...

"This is a very special gift!" He half shouts, half whispers, eyes flickering between the object in his hands and the human. "Tech is a very smart clone. Tusa knows what this means?"

Tech's answer is a quiet –daresay, timid– nod.

Jar Jar makes another surprised sound with his throat.

"Misa can't believe it!" He frantically gestures around. "Misa clumsy, always find misa in silly, silly mistakes! Tusa smartest person in the world. Why tusa like Jar Jar Binks?"

A rush of confidence gives Tech courage to soldier through his next words.

"From a very and almost obsessively organised person, I find your personality lovely chaotic".

Jar Jar seems to brighten up, reading the honesty in the clone's eyes; his laugh freely echoing in the emptiness of the hangar.

He grins at Tech, and the soldier feels a metaphorical blanket of warmth gently falling around him.

"Misa didn't see this coming, but misa is very, very happy!"

Jar Jar is suddenly hugging him; and Tech is inmediately reminded of just how tall gungans really are. There's still many things to find out; and he'll let them come to life patiently and naturally.

THE END.

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

ooo can you make a fic of Izuku being your bf? Thank u!

Midoriya Dating Headcanons

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

Summary: Midoriya as your boyfriend

Warnings: Minor mentions of skipping meals

Type: Romantic ❤️, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I need up being a lot busier than expected.Hope you enjoy <3

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He's the sweetest boy ever!

Izuku is a very attentive boyfriend

He makes a point to know everything he can about you, and makes sure that all of your needs are attended to

He definitely has several pages of his notebook dedicated solely to you

He has lot of information about you quirk, but he also has extensive note on everything he wants to remember about you like your birthday and your favorite things

Izuku feels the need to put everyone before himself, especially you

This trait can sometimes be detrimental, and he often forgets to take care of himself since he's so focused on you

As his S/O, you have to be very attentive towards him, and make sure he's not running himself into the ground

Izuku is also a very affectionate boyfriend

Even though pda makes him nervous, he will hold you hand or kiss you on the cheek in public if you ask, but he would prefer to keep things private

Even when it's just the two of you, Izuku can be very awkward with affection in the beginning of your relationship

You're more than likely his first relationship, so he gets really nervous when showing his affection, and is afraid of doing something wrong

Once he becomes more comfortable in the relationship, he's all over you

One of Izuku's primary love languages would likely be words of affirmation

Izuku is very expressive through his words, and will spend hours listing all the things he loves about you

He makes sure to shower you with compliments everyday, and always sends you good morning and good night texts every single day

He does get a bit salty if you don't respond to his texts before going bed

He also really enjoys being on the receiving end

Although he'd never ask for it, he loves when you run your fingers through his hair and tell him how much you love and appreciate him

Izuku can often get insecure about his quirk, and feels a lot of pressure to live up to All Might's legacy

He really appreciates when you reassure him about his abilities, and support him with his training to become All Might's successor

Izuku's other main love language would likely be acts of service

He's a very caring and giving person by nature, and that doesn't change when it comes to you

If anything, those traits are increased

As stated before, Izuku is very attentive, and he often notices your needs before you do

He's always equipped with you favorite snack or drink, and he's always quick to do anything you might ask of him

He mostly shows his love for you through simple actions like taking notes for you in class, or helping you study or do your homework

He loves helping you in any way he can, and he enjoys the quality time you get out of it

He also really appreciates when you do things for him

Izuku has a tendency to run overwork himself and run himself into the ground

You always make sure he takes enough breaks throughout the day, and bring him small things to snack on so he gets enough to eat

This is especially important when he's training, since he often loses track of time and goes all day without eating or drinking

Even though the two of you often have overly busy schedules as heroes in training, the two of you always make time for each other

[rabbitholessk]

Maomao and her adaptability to situations: (spoilers ahead!!!)

Kidnapped and sold to rear palace? Uses her skills to save the high consorts and their children, even when she wants to remain unseen and not involved because she believes it will cause her trouble. She even places herself in danger (the notes attached to the flowers), to assure that she put in an effort to notify these consorts that the face powder was poisoning them and their children. Her beliefs and teachings from Luomen have had such a profound impact on her and how she views the world. As much as she wants to stay in the shadows its in her nature to want to protect and inform those who might be endangering themselves.

Kidnapped a second time? Finds the positives (maybe a little gaslighting bc lets be real that must have been terrifying) : 1) keep going and maybe she will learn how Suirei made the drug to die and come back to life 2) trapped in a chamber with poisonous bugs and snakes? have a snack 3) study the books left by the former apothecary, and learn as much as possible

Left to care for Chou-u after the Shi invasion? Put him to work. She has him help her (sometimes against her will) in the apothecary, the verdagris house, on side-quests around town and in other villages. I loved the growth particularly with this situation. She is initially annoyed (internally) by this new responsibility but over time her actions towards him reflect she's grown to care for him and sympathize with him. But I also find it interesting how she recognizes his memory loss, and his paralysis on his one side, but she still treats him as any normal kid. (This is so important!) She recognizes his weaknesses but never makes him feel weak! Even when she's away from him doing her medical training at the palace(LN 7), we see her still thinking about him and his art.

Her adaptability to making friends and relying on others: (this could be its own post, which maybe one day I will tackle.) When Maomao first enters the rear palace she gives off the impression she wishes to work, earn money, and get back home in as timley of a manner as possible. But as soon as Jinshi/Gyokuyou find out how smart and applicable she truly is- we see her flourish. It's a slow transition, and I believe she always felt she was capable but when other people, besides her father and the prostitutes see her worth she begins the slow process of blossoming. Throughout the LN's we see her thinking of Jinshi, her father, Lahan, Xiolan, Shisui, Surei, En-en (and countless others) but she thinks of these people and reflects on their strengths and what makes them sparkle. Even if she insults them verbally (or internally) we as the reader are still able to grasp just how much respect she has for these people and how she notices where they flourish.

btw I'm working my way through LN 8 rn. So I'm sure I'll have more to add later but these are just some of my thoughts and admiration for maomao